The next day, Friday, was organized the departure for this village where the festival was to take place on the following Sunday. It is situated1 very far, in a shady region, at the turn of a deep gorge2, at the foot of very high summits. Arrochkoa was born there and he had spent there the first months of his life, in the time when his father lived there as a brigadier of the French customs; but he had left too early to have retained the least memory of it.
In the little Detcharry carriage, Gracieuse, Pantchita and, with a long whip in her hand, Madame Dargaignaratz, her mother, who is to drive, leave together at the noon angelus to go over there directly by the mountain route.
Ramuntcho, Arrochkoa and Florentino, who have to settle smuggling3 affairs at Saint-Jean-de-Luz, go by a roundabout way which will bring them to Erribiague at night, on the train which goes from Bayonne to Burguetta. To-day, all three are heedless and happy; Basque caps never appeared above more joyful4 faces.
The night is falling when they penetrate5, by this little train of Burguetta, into the quiet, interior country. The carriages are full of a gay crowd, a spring evening crowd, returning from some festival, young girls with silk kerchiefs around their necks, young men wearing woolen6 caps; all are singing, laughing and kissing. In spite of the invading obscurity one may still distinguish the hedges, white with hawthorn7, the woods white with acacia flowers; into the open carriages penetrates8 a fragrance9 at once violent and suave10, which the country exhales11. And on all this white bloom of April, which the night little by little effaces12, the train throws in passing a furrow13 of joy, the refrain of some old song of Navarre, sung and resung infinitely14 by these girls and these boys, in the noise of the wheels and of the steam—
Erribiague! At the doors, this name, which makes all three start, is cried. The singing band had already stepped out, leaving them almost alone in the train, which had become silent. High mountains had made the night very thick—and the three were almost sleeping.
Astounded15, they jump down, in the midst of an obscurity which even their smugglers' eyes cannot pierce. Stars above hardly shine, so encumbered16 is the sky by the overhanging summits.
“Where is the village?” they ask of a man who is there alone to receive them.
“Three miles from here on the right.”
They begin to distinguish the gray trail of a road, suddenly lost in the heart of the shade. And in the grand silence, in the humid coolness of these valleys full of darkness, they walk without talking, their gaiety somewhat darkened by the black majesty17 of the peaks that guard the frontier here.
They come, at last, to an old, curved bridge over a torrent18; then, to the sleeping village which no light indicates. And the inn, where shines a lamp, is near by, leaning on the mountain, its base in the roaring water.
The young men are led into their little rooms which have an air of cleanliness in spite of their extreme oldness: very low, crushed by their enormous beams, and bearing on their whitewashed19 walls images of the Christ, the Virgin20 and the saints.
Then, they go down to the supper tables, where are seated two or three old men in old time costume: white belt, black blouse, very short, with a thousand pleats. And Arrochkoa, vain of his parentage, hastens to ask them if they have not known Detcharry, who was here a brigadier of the customs eighteen years ago.
One of the old men scans his face:
“Ah! you are his son, I would bet! You look like him! Detcharry, do I remember Detcharry!—He took from me two hundred lots of merchandise!—That does not matter, here is my hand, even if you are his son!”
And the old defrauder21, who was the chief of a great band, without rancor22, with effusion, presses Arrochkoa's two hands.
Detcharry has remained famous at Erribiague for his stratagems23, his ambuscades, his captures of contraband24 goods, out of which came, later, his income that Dolores and her children enjoy.
And Arrochkoa assumes a proud air, while Ramuntcho lowers his head, feeling that he is of a lower condition, having no father.
“Are you not in the customhouse, as your deceased father was?” continued the old man in a bantering25 tone.
“Oh, no, not exactly.—Quite the reverse, even—”
“Oh, well! I understand!—Then, shake once more—and it's a sort of revenge on Detcharry for me, to know that his son has gone into smuggling like us!—”
They send for cider and they drink together, while the old men tell again the exploits and the tricks of former times, all the ancient tales of nights in the mountains; they speak a variety of Basque different from that of Etchezar, the village where the language is preserved more clearly articulated, more incisive26, more pure, perhaps. Ramuntcho and Arrochkoa are surprised by this accent of the high land, which softens27 the words and which chants them; those white-haired story tellers28 seem to them almost strangers, whose talk is a series of monotonous29 stanzas30, repeated infinitely as in the antique songs expressive31 of sorrow. And, as soon as they cease talking, the slight sounds in the sleep of the country come from peaceful and fresh darkness. The crickets chirp32; one hears the torrent bubbling at the base of the inn; one hears the dripping of springs from the terrible, overhanging summits, carpeted with thick foliage33.—It sleeps, the very small village, crouched34 and hidden in the hollow of a ravine, and one has the impression that the night here is a night blacker than elsewhere and more mysterious.
“In truth,” concludes the old chief, “the customhouse and smuggling, at bottom, resemble each other; it is a game where the smartest wins, is it not? I will even say that, in my own opinion, an officer of customs, clever and bold, a customs officer like your father, for example, is as worthy35 as any of us!”
After this, the hostess having come to say that it was time to put out the lamp—the last lamp still lit in the village—they go away, the old defrauders. Ramuntcho and Arrochkoa go up to their rooms, lie down and sleep, always in the chirp of the crickets, always in the sound of fresh waters that run or that fall. And Ramuntcho, as in his house at Etchezar, hears vaguely36 during his sleep the tinkling37 of bells, attached to the necks of cows moving in a dream, under him, in the stable.
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